Rambo my Rottweiler Ouch! I just spent the last half hour putting on medication, wiping off blood, taking allergy pills, and picking thorns out of my hair. I gave in and took a shower when I combed a dead bug onto my shoulder. So, first I went out into the front yard, where I wrestled around with Rambo. That's my dog, my buddy! I'm a bit allergic to grass so I broke out in hives, then some of Rambo's fleas bit me. Ouch. So I decided to climb a tree while Rambo drank out of my neighbour's kiddie pool. I was climbing really high when I realised I was damnwell stuck. I twisted and turned, scratching my arms and legs and losing both shoes, hehh. Rambo came over to find out what dropped on the ground, and I said 'Lassie! Go get help!' He marked his territory on the tree and presumed to sniff around the neighbour's toys. Finally, I fell. It was inevitable. Ouch. Rambo was still playful, so we rolled around in the grass some more while my other neighbour looked at me like I was crazy. He's a snobby little brat in high school who thinks he's cooler than me. Sorry, kiddo, but I am four years your senior and will always be cooler than you. Just as I thought that, Rambo and I rolled right into a pile of fire ants. Shut up. Then I crossed the street over to another neighbour's and pet their puppies who like to use your arms as scratching posts. Can we say, ouch? All in all, I had lots of fun. It's fun being a kid (!) Although, I'm not a kid, but it's fun to act like one. Who wants to act like a grown-up? They don't get to have bone-cracking, skin-scratching adventures with a hairy yet loveable fleabag? Anyway meet my Rambo folks! He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being: by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... Whenever...wherever--in case I need him. And I expect I will--as I always have. He is just my dog.
Rambo is very handsome Glad you had a great time, does sound rather painful though. Awww that's a sweet poem.
I believe we are all made from the same fabric of LIFE: humans, animals, plants, rocks, all of things living. Sometimes, animals are our best brothers and sisters and since I'm an only child, yea well...RAMBO is it! Hehh! Blessed be, girl Tyler
